President spoils the dark wife

Jing mowen looked at the cigarette butts in front of Yiran's door, frowned, raised his hand and rang the doorbell, but he didn't respond for a long time.

Just now Gu Xiu called him and said that Mo Yiran met on the road. She was restless and almost had a car accident. His face was not very good. He was sick. He should have called him to have a look before he recovered from the kidnapping.

Others don't know why Mo Yiran is upset, but Jing mowen can't be unaware.

She has just lost her child and is not well and normal.

Jing mowen picked up the cigarette butts on the ground and looked at the snow-white cigarette butts. His eyebrows wrinkled deeper. There was no lipstick print on it. It wasn't Mo Yiran.

Moreover, Mo Yiran has just miscarried and banned smoking and alcohol within a month. She won't make fun of her body without reason.

Who would that be?

I don't know why, his heart suddenly jumped violently. He always had a bad feeling.

This time he didn't ring the doorbell, but looked thoughtfully at the dense fingerprints at the "8" button.

At this time, he suddenly recalled that Jing Mo really had a chance to open his door.

So he raised his hand and pressed eight eight.

With a click, the door opened

Entering the room, Jing mowen saw the broken glass on the floor of the living room. He turned his head. There was a faint sound in the empty door.

Jing mowen walked over and pushed open the door. The scene in the room reflected in his eyes.

In an instant, Jing mowen's eyes became red.

Yiran was stripped of his clothes, leaving only his black underwear tied to the bed, with messy hair and two red and swollen palm prints on his face.

Her mouth was firmly sealed by black tape, and her clear eyes were red and swollen.

Han Dao is standing not far away, holding a glass of water, and a medicine is melting in the water.

"Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing!"

When Yiran sees Jingmo Wen, her tears fall even more fiercely.

"Jing Mo Wen!"

Han Dao didn't expect Jing mowen to come in. Just when he opened his mouth in surprise, he was punched on the wall by Jing mowen.

The water cup in Han Dao's hand was robbed by Jing mowen. Without saying a word, he grabbed Han Dao's chin and forced the cup of water with unknown medicine into Han Dao's mouth.

Han Dao opened his eyes in horror, and his face was choked with soy sauce purple.

However, this is not over. After pouring the unknown liquid into Han Dao's stomach, Jing mowen probably felt that he could not waste the glass. He raised his hand and smashed the water glass on Han Dao's forehead.

Han Dao usually deposited facial mask, delicate skin and tender meat. When the glass was smashed, the blood was smashed.

In the face of the strong king Mo Wen, Han Dao has no fighting power at all.

The angry lion swung his fist and beat the man's handsome cheek mercilessly. If Han Dao didn't protect his face in time, these punches would be enough to break his nose!

His fist hit Han Dao like a hail. Although Han Dao could not compare with Jing Mo Wen in strength, he would play some tricks. He had no chance to fight back. He had no choice but to find an opportunity to push Jing Mo Wen away, got up from the ground and ran stumbled outside the door.

Jing mowen originally wanted to catch up, but taking into account Yiran beside him, he was worried that Han Dao had done something too much to her, so he held back his anger and turned back.

"Ranran, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, it's all right."

Jing mowen comforted Yiran and quickly untied the rope and seal for Yiran, and then wrapped the quilt around Yiran.

"Ah ah!"

Yiran has never cried so vividly as now. She hugged Jing mowen tightly, as if she had grasped the last straw in the dark desperate situation.

Jing mowen tightly hugged the trembling woman, and his ears were full of the woman's tears. The man's red eyes were cold. Now he wanted to strangle Han Dao immediately!

If he didn't come, what would Mo Yiran end up with now? He didn't dare think about it.

"Kill him, kill him!" Mo Yiran's mood has almost collapsed. She keeps repeating these three words. It seems that all the panic has only turned into hatred.

"Jing mowen, Han Dao... Han Dao, he wants me to be addicted to drugs... He also said, he also said..."

She bit her lips tightly and almost bled.

"Stop talking, Ranran, stop talking..."

Jing mowen hugged the woman's hand and tightened it for a few minutes. His always calm eyes were full of fear and pain at the moment.

"Ranran, you look like this. How can I rest assured that you leave?" he held Yiran, who gradually calmed down, but a towering storm was brewing in his eyes.

For a long time, the setting sun outside the window gradually sets, and the heat dissipates a lot. The breeze blows. Through the window, cicadas can be vaguely heard.

Yiran suddenly woke up from her sleep. Unconsciously, she cried until she fell asleep. Looking around, it was quiet and empty, but there was a tempting aroma of food floating in the air.

Put on a loose long T-shirt, washed his face in the bathroom, and his mind was much clearer.

She went out of the room and saw Jing mowen cooking porridge in the kitchen with her apron on.

She leaned lazily against the door frame with a soft body like a dyed cat. She raised her hand, lifted the hair next to her cheek behind her ears, exposed her white jade like neck, and slowly opened her mouth: "can the precious young master Jing cook?"

Jing mowen turned around when he heard the speech. In the warm light of the sunset, the woman's eyes were very gentle. It's like a spring filled with deep water in the mountains. If it wants to overflow, it's unfathomable.

"Don't hold on. I've seen the ugliest way you cry."

"Then can't you forget?" Yiran smiled gently, her eyes bent, but a little tears flickered. Her lips trembled: "I'm very proud to have such a beautiful face."

Jing mowen can only cook porridge. Mo Yi dyed Jing mowen's apron and personally fried several home-made dishes. Seeing that Jing mowen ate with relish, she unconsciously laughed.

"By the way, how do you know my house door password?"

"Guess."

“……”

Han Dao didn't explain why he hated Yiran, but Yiran was on guard against him after this incident.

No matter why Han Dao hates her, Yiran doesn't matter. She just needs to know and be more careful about this man in the future.

It is said that Han Dao went for gastric lavage, and several ribs were broken. Now he is still half dead and can't get out of bed in the hospital.

After the Han family learned of this, they became mad and swore that they would find out this man to avenge their son.

However, no matter how much coercion and inducement, Han Dao kept his mouth shut and never said who hit him.

He must have understood in his own heart that if he spoke, he would not be far from his death.

During this period, Yuan Nuo picked up the leak and went to visit him every so often with a fruit basket and chicken soup. He looked affectionate and never gave up, which really moved the Han family.

From beginning to end, Yiran, who never showed her face, completely became an ungrateful bad woman in their mouth.

Yiran didn't bother to pay attention to them. Jing mowen forced him to go to the hospital for a general examination again. He didn't let them go until he was sure there was no problem.

Yiran has no doubt that if he hadn't stopped Jing mowen, he might have shot Han Dao directly.

Even if Elan hates Han Dao, she doesn't want to kill.

It's not her great compassion, but she thinks that everyone can make mistakes.

Moreover, Han Dao not only ate the evil fruit and washed his stomach this time, but also was seriously injured, but he didn't even dare to make a sound. He was really oppressed and punished.

I don't dare to act rashly in the future.